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Vader: “It’s bedtime, Luke.”

Luke: “But, Father, there’s been an awakening!”

Vader: “In the morning, son. Be quiet and go to sleep.”

Luke: *sigh* 😴

tatooineknights

Luke Skywalker’s saving you a seat for Barbie (2023).

miss-agent-e-15-jedi

The party’s getting good, Luke’s enjoying himself.

Then his phone goes off.

“Oh great, Dad’s here to pick me up.”

Luke sends a text back: Coming

aceripple

I drew this back in January when I was obsessed with star wars again after watching the rise of skywalker. If you don’t recognise it, it’s Luke from the first movie when he is on Tatooine and looking out in the distance.

This was a lot of fun to do and loved playing with the colours and shading this one. I apologise if the quality is bad :/

tatooineknights

“You are beaten. It is useless to resist.”

bluemilkandchocolate

He is so afraid but so defiant and brave…. I love Luke.

tatooineknights

The Force is with you, young Skywalker.. but you are not a Jedi yet.

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au where luke is a bright and upcoming ballet prodigy

slx99

Okay, admittedly I could do with a break from my main story and write something else. This idea comes from this post, thanks to @tatooineknights for the idea! It turned out a bit more serious than planned. Enjoy.

The Dancer

Luke shivered. He pulled his legs up and hugged his arms around his knees. It was cold and the thin and heavily sequined unitard he was wearing was doing very little to keep him warm. He glanced to the chrono on the wall, normally used to time their entrances. It was well past their usual performance time. So far no one had told them anything, but by now it seemed clear that tonight there would be no performance, something unheard of in the long history of Coruscant’s prestigious First Ballet.

Luke threw a look around. Some of his fellow dancers were just sitting hunched, exhausted by the long and tense wait. Some met his eyes. In their faces Luke could see the same uncertainty and nervousness that he felt.

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tatooineknights

Whumptober #3 - Delirium

The pulse in his left wrist was almost as constant as the throbbing stump of his right arm. Sweat slicked through his fingers and glided along the metal rod, creating a sinister slip that was teasing him to let go. Luke was almost a point where he wanted to fall - to give in to that tantalizing taunt that the universe seemed to shout with each failure.

There was something magical and thrilling as he fell from the catwalk deep inside the body of Cloud City; almost as if his tortuous agony withered as he sunk into the bottomless chamber, the emotional pain of Vader’s revelation paused, the dull throbbing of his arm disappeared, the guilt and anguish of his life’s lie empty out from his soul. It was only when he was still that those scars resurfaced.

He called for Leia and he sensed, somehow, that his friend had heard his call. She was on his way to his rescue. Did he deserve to be rescued? If Vader’s words were true, was his very existence only going to cause his friends more anguish? Maybe it would be better if he simply closed his eyes.

But that didn’t work either - instead of finding peace, he saw the repeated vision of Vader’s lightsaber spinning his own, darkness and light dancing until the light lost his footing. Luke kept noticing his regret, his eyes catching the floating panel behind him instead of focusing on Vader’s attack, watching as he lost his hand again and again. Then Vader hissed those terrible words that would haunt him for the rest of his life; Luke would rather hear his bloodcurdling scream a thousand times before hearing Vader speak those words.

“I am your father.”

His eyes opened, tears clouding the normally vibrant blues that eagerly took in the world around him. Below him, light shimmered out of the clouds. The wind that was thrashing against him increased with great intensity - begging for his release. His vision was too blurred to tell what was below him. Was it Leia there to save him from instant doom? Or was it his mind telling him to give up before it all became that much worse?

What was it?

He was tired. Shock was creeping into his body and he knew that he couldn’t hold on much longer; with a heavy sigh, he let go of the metal pole and allowed himself to go crashing into the depths below. Either grace or damnation would greet him either way and he was prepared for their call.

As he fell toward the beaming light, Luke saw arms reach for him and grab him by the waist. He wasn’t sure who it was - at this point, he could barely see - but he wrapped his own arms around this figures neck, quietly choking back sobs into the figure that saved his life.

“I got him,” the figure whispered.

It was a man. Luke let out an exhausted groan of relief, suddenly noticing the distinctive details of the Millennium Falcon’s hatch. Fate delivered him from evil - he was safe. “Thank you,” he pleaded to both the man and fate, recollecting himself as they were both drawn inside the stomach of the Falcon.

“Thank you.”

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Me as Dr Ellie Sattler from “Jurassic Park”. My friend was Dr. Alan Grant. We had this shoot at this year’s Colossalcon (2015).

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So cool! Love seeing things like this.

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You guys look so cute!

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i have been looking for this important Return of the Jedi blooper and ive finally found it… im so .. so so glad

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Showdown on Cloud City

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Quality Time

aka some self-indulgent little piece of Luke n’ Vader angst I wrote last summer and kept squirreled away in my Google docs because I felt self-conscious about posting it and now I don’t care lol

paging @kaelinaloveslomaris (who read it first, meep) and @littlesparklight and if y’all like it feel free to pass it along to any of your peeps who might also enjoy :3

The bolt caught him square in the left shoulder, almost spinning him around before knocking him flat, stars flashing in his vision as the back of his skull struck the floor. The sudden, searing pain left him momentarily breathless and the chaos around him faded to a dull and distant clamor as the horror of what had just happened sank into him.

His left arm was weak now, with an awful sort of tingling numb agony that left him unable to grip anything effectively, and trying the move the limb just made him gasp in pain again. Most likely his collarbone was either fractured or fully broken by the explosive impact. Desperately trying not to panic, Luke gingerly rolled himself onto his right side, biting down on a whimper, and struggled up into a sitting position while scooting himself on his backside toward the wall to lean against it.

He froze when he glimpsed the large red trail down the front of his jacket, below the nauseating hole in his shoulder.

That was a lot of blood to lose in barely a minute.

Oh stang, he thought. The blast must have opened or severed the artery there. He would no longer have the strength or speed to make it across the hangar to the transport through the crossfire, and even as Luke glanced up he saw the boarding ramp closing, two pairs of arms hauling Wedge into the ship as he fought to break free and run to him, his frantic shouts lost over the din of battle.

It’s okay, Wedge. It’s too late for me.

Luke closed his eyes, trying to summon the calm he needed to focus through the pain and smothering sense of futility that he was about to die. He recalled Yoda’s brief teachings about how the Force could heal and sought out the aura of wrongness radiating from his injury, whispering the mantra of the Jedi Code to himself while attempting to weave life back into his failing body.

And then he heard it somehow, with perfect clarity, all the way across the hangar and beneath the roar of engines and turbolasers. That familiar and chilling ersatz hiss.

Luke’s eyes snapped open to see Vader standing in the distance, crimson lightsaber blazing, staring directly back at him.

Instantly the calm was broken. On sheer reflex Luke recoiled, legs drawing up uselessly as if he could burrow his way into the wall behind him. For a second his prosthetic hand twitched, tightening around the handle of his blaster, and he contemplated bringing its muzzle up to his temple or mouth and just firing. But as the Dark Lord’s blade extinguished and he began to stride toward him faster than Luke had ever seen him move, a tiny, selfish flare of self-preservation alighted within him - a childish desire that his father would come to save him.

But at what cost?

Mortified and enraged at himself, despairing at his profound misfortune, Luke let the terror consume him, willing his heart to pump faster and harder. Maybe he could bleed out before Vader could do anything about it.

“Sleep,” Vader growled as he approached, one hand extended like talons. Don’t you dare touch me, Luke tried to protest through clenched teeth, but the word struck him like a headlong plunge into deep waters, and he could not resist being swallowed up by the darkness.

Consciousness returned in a patchy, disjointed blur of harsh light, unfamiliar faces, snatches of cold, clinical voices, and the raw, laborious discomfort of being weaned off a ventilator. Luke was mostly aware but found himself indifferent to whatever was going on, since it was hard to remember anything past a few minutes.

Until Vader reappeared.

The respirator jolted him from his half-sleep into a waking nightmare from which there was no escape; this time he was not in the safety of his own bunk or an Alliance medical unit or even the Falcon, and the specter of Vader would not fade away into bitter memory. Luke’s breath quickened and his fingers dug into the bed beneath him.

With his arms crossed over his torso, Vader remarked in disdain, “You risk your life foolishly for a lost cause, my son.”

The emphasis on the end of the possessive statement reignited Luke’s anger, giving him back some control over his fright. “Do you really mean it when you say that?” He wished his voice wasn’t so thin and hoarse.

The black helmet tilted slightly. “What?” Vader sounded genuinely perplexed.

“Is that what I really am to you? A son?”

Slowly Vader’s arms lowered and he came a half-step closer, looming over the bed. “You are my flesh and blood - ”

“Would you still care about me if I had no power?”

That stopped Vader dead, rendering him a noisy statue.

Just the effort of speaking left Luke feeling drained, but he pressed on. “Uncle Owen told me you were a navigator on a spice freighter. That’s all you were to me growing up. Before Ben told me you were a Jedi. But you were still my father. You mattered to me. Do I matter to you like that?”

No answer came, but Vader turned his head away, suddenly unable to look at him. Luke heard the creak of leather and knew that his hands, hidden under the cape, now had to be fists.

“Am I only your son as long as I can help you become Emperor?” Luke whispered. “And if that happened, would you still keep me around? Or does that throne mean more to you than me?”

“No,” Vader snarled, with a brutal intensity that sent Luke’s heart into his throat. One gloved hand shot out to seize him by the jaw, and Luke gasped, almost crying out, but the grip instantly loosened into something that seemed nearly like a caress, the fingers withdrawing to sweep his hair back from his forehead.

“No. You are my child. You…” The deep voice faltered, sounding strangely broken. “You are all I have left.”

“Stop,” Luke pleaded, choking back a sob. “Please don’t touch me.”

Immediately Vader removed his hand and retreated, turning his back to Luke and stepping away to the far end of the room. Tears leaked out from the corners of Luke’s eyes and rolled down past his temples; his jagged breathing provoked the muted ache in his shoulder and upper chest, but he couldn’t stifle the tide of emotion.

“Why?” he croaked. “Father…why did you do this?”

He wasn’t truly expecting an answer, knowing that the immensity of whatever had twisted a man of virtue into a monster could hardly be expressed in words. And even as he burned with that need to comprehend the horror, part of him was afraid to hear it. What could have possibly justified this depravity?

Luke shuddered at the memory of his own face staring back at him from the scorched and melted ruin of Vader’s mask. Just what would make him capable of this evil?

“Now,” Vader finally replied, “is not the time for you to hear such things.”

Luke huffed in spite of himself, sniffling loudly. “S’not like I have anywhere to go anytime soon.” Well aware that it was a bad idea, he nonetheless propped himself up awkwardly on his right elbow. “I’m risking my life for what’s right, and you did too once.”

“You would be wise to consider the lengths of Obi-Wan’s deception,” Vader retorted over his shoulder, turning again toward him. “If he would hide the truth of my identity, neither would he speak of the Jedi’s corruption and hypocrisy.”

“And this isn’t corrupt?” Luke asked indignantly, gesturing at the space around them. “And you aren’t? A father that would do this to their own son?” He balled his prosthetic hand into a fist and brandished it before him, trembling in hurt and outrage and fatigue.

“Tell you what,” he continued, voice shaky but defiant. “If I am who you say I am…if you really care about me…prove it. Either let me go, or…or run away with me.” Luke almost couldn’t believe those last words had come out of his mouth, but it was too late to take them back. He was already in Vader’s grasp; there was really nothing left for him to lose. “I don’t know where, just…somewhere. Far away. Away from the war. Just the two of us. Go ahead and train me yourself. Not the Dark Side, just the Force. You were a Jedi once. You know the teachings. Believe me, I’d like to see the Emperor gone just as much as you. But I’m not interested in your empire.” His throat tightened and ached. “You’ve already got me. So I want my father back too.”

For one long, anguished minute Vader remained silent and still, and their gazes were locked in stalemate. At last he approached slowly and pushed him back down onto the bed with surprising gentleness.

“You have yet to fully heal,” he rumbled.

Luke sighed, sagging into the pillow. “Guess that gives you time to think about it, huh?”

Vader said nothing more as he swept from the room, and Luke shut his eyes again, submitting to his exhaustion.

kaelinaloveslomaris

I need some good quality Luke and Vader content on my dash, so I’m going to reblog a bunch of stuff from way back, since there’s somewhat of a lack of new stuff at the moment.

miss-agent-e-15-jedi

This is beautifully written. I can’t stop reading it!